Coming Down by L. Andrew R. (May 22, 2006)

Coming down
Feet touch the ground
Spinning round
To the front
Warm and cold
Young and old
Touch your feet
You’re free to see
Your head isn’t loose
Disjointed use
Of limbs is back
In order
But your mind
Is out of whack
And your back
In this world
Whirling normally
Comfortably tired
And sad or mad
Or glad that it’s over
You wanna go again
But you think again
Can you handle another ride
And the waves on your
Fingertips tingling
As the undertow pulls
The sands from over
Your eyes and its clear
Which way you’re going
But you don’t know why
You’re hungry for life
But you’re drenched
In someone else's strife
Is up left or
Is it alright
Since you’re bound
But not tight
Because your mind is
Coming down
And your heart
Is slowly
racing ahead